well, what can i say? Better still where does one start?

Im a widowed mum of three beautiful daughters. They are 17, 10 and 5 years old. My partner and the girls father passed away in 2003, 13 days after our youngest was born.

I lost my fulltime job after 11 years of service as i could no longer do night shifts. I went back to school at age 39 and I finish this year. {thankgod} diploma in community service and welfare. Which I dont want to pursue as a career, long term.

I currently work for social housing and I see heartbreak after heartbreak every shift.

A great family life with my sister, mum and dad. My parents owned hotels, so I was quick to be introduced to hard work and moving around constantly.

My father was a drinker but my sister and I never drank and still dont to this day. {seen enough of that in our lives to do us a lifetime}

Went onto Yr 10 and left school to be an apprentice jockey. A hard road for a girl back then.

Got into trouble, did the average crap life stuff due to be attracted to the wrong type, but i always thought i could help. HA!!!!

Always been a carer and would give anyone my last $1

Limbo at this stage. Hope to work in social housing on a fulltime basis when the girls get older.

Get my children through their hard times as easy as possible and see them into good jobs and looking after themselves. I want them to have a good life. {like any mother would for their children}

Then I think my job is over.

As for me, who knows. Im too focused on survival at the moment.